What it is from what it was,
what it is from what it will be
...
God has the power to.
I just remember I cut myself with a thorn,
and also that I saw her hair fall and fall,
her eyes deeply saddened.
Everyone began to feel sorry about her,
not everyone prayed,
but almost certainly everyone crossed a thought here and there about her.
God in his power did things.
And now I see her from here,
I see her through a picture that will fade away,
probably will fade away even just as I walk away
from the thought of these many words,
as I walk away and embrace what will come.
One thing I'll remember though:
God has the power to do.
